Song Of The Air Poem by Eshan Gupta

I am invisible pious salve emerging
From the sighs of God, in wodge
To revel the life and cure earth's ailments


I am transparent like the innocence of infants.
I am invincible like a flowers that glooms.
I am ubiquitous like the tales for bravery.
I am immortal like the hopes of good.


When I laugh; hills cry, rives trot, and
The yellow Spring giggles with the magnetic sky.
When I love; thorns disappear to form petals of flowers.
When I soothe; all places are quiet and serened.


When dolefulness touches the agony in my heart,
Nature enchants me with the firmament rain
That kisses and greets me with the glisten of rainbow.


I am the spectator of this drama of world,
With the eyes of an angel. And whispers some
Secrets in everyone's ear.


My head touches the feet of heaven.
My knees spread all over land and seas.
And act as the messenger of God
To economize Earth's sublime balance;
And to elevate the truth and acquaint for peace.


I nurture this world with my bosom.
Like a mother, I love and scold;
And elude it from the sear of sun,
To provide my child the malady of its blessings.


I am the creation of lord.
I am here due to call of all.
I am against the wall of hatred and war.


So with love-
I am the Breathing of Mercy from God,
And stands on the heart beats of Ocean
To relish and balance the spirit of Earth.